Just A Wedding

Chapter 43

The WA message sign notification on my HP reads. Dita took it and handed it to me. I was upset and disappointed with all of his answers. If all the wives see her husband's answer like this. Can it still be calm ? Especially in a situation like the one I'm facing right now. I strengthened my heart and remained strong reading every good of the words. Where each word contains a thousand needles capable of piercing - the prick of my heart without leaving any gap. My tears do not drip on the cheeks only screams that resonate in the chest to cause pain that is like a piece of bamboo stem. Soft but very sharp. His words are subtle but capable of breaking down anyone who reads them. Again, I am strong......I am strong. I tried to smile and read it aloud as an expression of my disappointment. I read like reading a poem by a famous poet.

Mr. Satrio

In Arin, I have only one body and one life that cannot be divided in two.

Although Dik Asri did not say anything - but his eyes pity begged me so that I did not leave the nursery. Dik Asri is sick, only I am his strength. Sorry, I cannot accompany Dik Rin. But I'm sure Dik Rin and the baby will be healthy.

Satrio.

I always could not resist every wish in Asri, because I was the youth in Asri was taken away. Because I lost my childhood by taking care of me and my children.

Satrio.

About finances. hasn't my sister participated in BPJS ? better fit allotments just do not go to class. It is not good to be excessive in financial matters. We take care of children is still very much in need. Better on the tube.if using BPJS according to class I am sure there is no additional cost.

A long WA message is like a narrative I read twice. To treat the anger that began to spread smoothly in my veins. I looked but didn't know what I was looking at. I saw the contents of this room but I couldn't see what the contents of this room were. I heard Dita speak but I did not know the meaning contained in the sentence Dita conveyed.

I hear a lot of a wife giving birth without her husband waiting for her because of duty, not the reason to wait for honey. Is this the new drama of life ? Is it a destiny I have to live ? Why should I be chosen ? Aren't there still many other women who might be stronger going through this scenario ? I'm..........I... feel unable to carry this role. I want to be happy. I want to be like any other woman. Married, had children and happy. Is it too hard to make it happen ? Is it all my fault for not wanting to come with him ? But if I go with him, not only my feelings that I sacrifice may also be my physical ones who will suffer from exhaustion to endure the pain. This may be a powerful plan. I'm used to heartache.I'm used to being the loser. Today is a test for me for the umpteenth time. I need to be strong and stronger.

Why Mr. Satrio always feel sorry for his past with mbak Asri . Until he forgot, he made a mistake with me. Dragging me into trouble that I shouldn't be in, which I'm not involved in.

Dita walked up to me then rubbed my hair. Her tears began to fall like rain in the dry season. His compassion for me exceeds anything he has right now. Says softly with lips that touch my earlobe.

" Patient brother Arin yes......."

" I'm sure Om Satrio's love will one day grow and exceed his love for Aunt Asri"

I nodded slowly and very quietly without feeling like we were hugging and crying together.

" I'm sorry Ms. Arin............."

Repetitive sentences coming out of Dita's lips.

We took off our hugs because some nurses had come to take me to the operating room. Dita followed me from behind. So too did Ayun and my father who had just come along with the nurse.

I entered the operating room cold but colder than my heart. this air-conditioned operating room only cools my body but my heart is much colder with words from Mr. Satrio who is well-mannered in sentences.

" Mom Assalamualaikum, I am Dr Farhan. Doctor Anastesi "Greet the doctor gently. Doctor Farhan looks very dignified and charismatic. His age before dusk was clearly visible. His beard looked neat and said his greetings by cupping his hands together.

" I'm sorry. I'll give you an injection in your lower back"

" mom can circle like a fetus in the womb ? ask her softly.

" yes, doctor......" I answered by trying to set the position as Farhan's doctor ordered.

" Mom, arrest ya...do not move...." Doctor Farhan's orders are again with me.

An injection he gave me on my lower back. If you say no pain I lie, but more hurt words - said Mr. Satrio.I sighed long not because of doctor Farhan injections but long position like a fetus makes me a little careless.

" Thank God it's mother." said Farhan with a smile. After a few minutes Dr Farhan asked again.

"Mother...sorry I pinched my mother's leg, does it feel ? ask her to me

" No doctor." I replied.

" I'm sorry I tried to lift her leg...."

I tried to do what Dr. Farhan suggested. It turns out my legs can't be heavy. I feel like I have no legs. What a miraculous power of anesthetic medicine.

" I can't be a doctor" I replied, giving up because I can't.

"Alhamdulillah the medicine works well" he answered and sat down on a chair beside my operating bed

" Doctor....I'm afraid........"

I groaned slowly by looking at Dr. Farhan. When hearing Doctor Niken's voice to start the operation. I complained like a son to his father. Doctor Farhan seemed to understand my situation. Let me hold his hand. The holy verse of the Quran flowed from his lips. Very melodious.

" My doctor was claustrophobic and I had trouble breathing"

doors again. The nurses painstakingly put an oxygen device on me. I rejected it because I felt overcrowded, but now I need it. My hand gripped Doctor Farhan's hand, but he kept calm reading the chants of the holy verses of the Koran. Like a father who really takes care of and prays for his beloved daughter. I feel so grateful when I feel alone, when I feel hurt the team of doctors who handle my labor is very good.

The sound of a very strong baby crying loosened and released my grasp on Doctor Farhan. I wept....I'm a mother now.......I'm a mother now......I have a baby boy.I don't feel my tears dripping happily.

" Thank God the operation is over and going well" Farhan told me.

" Doctor's sorry.I hold the doctor's hand," my apology was returned to the warm smile of a father.

" It's okay what mom. Easy - hopefully the mother and her baby sister are given Grace and abundant Health"

He said again before leaving.

Then Dr. Niken showed me my little baby.

" The baby's the perfect mom.......The crying is also tight."

My crying is becoming. I met a life that was nine months in my body...........

Seriate..........